I doubt god exists but if he does
He can always take me down a dark alley
You're looking so sinister and deceased
Something strange is at the window
The thin hands that knock and knock and knock
Emily, did you really think that would work with me?
Well at least you have that pinch situation sorted
And I know the growing pains are prominent now
Salad days were more like painful days
And we're all going to die one day
But it happens over and over again for me
Another poisoned promise from me
I've got a problem I just can't fix
Another lonely road that leads to another lonely road